Tasha
I woke up to all the boys sleep on the couches and I was laying on Lucas' chest. I was shaken up by the dream I had just had.
"Hello my favorite niece." He smiled at me. For some reason we were in a dark room and the floor was concrete and the walls were to. He had this sneaky little smirk on his face as he slowly walked up to me.
"Get away from me! What do you want!?"
"Oh silly child." He chuckled. "I want you." He said seriously.
"You cant have me!" I spat.
"Okay I'll just take your little boyfriend and kill him. Ya know...slit his throat a little. Shoot him up. Anything to make you come with me." He smiled.
"Don't touch him!"
"Oh wow I'm not gonna touch him because you said so. Wow Tash you could do better baby." He said sarcastically.
"Fuck you Mark!"
"Oh I will." He growled as he shoved me on the mattress that magically appeared on the floor. I swear I hate dreams they just do magical shit making me think I'm crazy. Cause i know that bed was not there. But any way, he punched me in the face and ripped off my clothes like he would when I was younger. He unbuckled his belt and shoved himself into me as I tried so hard to fight him off. But once again these wack ass dreams had me punching slow and shit. He held my throat at he rammed inside of me choking me so that I had no air coming from any of my air ways. Thats when the door opened..... And I woke up.
